Ghost Girl Ch 1: Prologue

The first thing that I felt was pain, the pain was from what I first saw was fire. I thought he loved me... how could he have done such a horrible thing? I wondered if Micheal was even around when this happened, I never knew. All this happened because of when Grandfather passed, he became really depressed and started staying in the basement drinking while mom would be in her room completely silent. But I didn't mean for him to end up doing this to me.

Micheal was around 15 when I was born, my dad promised that he would never hurt me. I guess his mind was too clouded with different negative emotions to even notice in the first place. We were a loving family, but the only face I remembered was my brother's. We were really close that we both liked the same things, we both loved to read even though I was 3 , so sometimes he would read for me. He would read to me only mostly about ghosts. I never knew why but I never asked... I saw why later.

After my dad had tried to kill me by burning me, and soon later arrested my dad. They could not believe what they saw when they found my body. I was burned head to toe, brown looking dead skin pealing off of me, it was a sad and horrifying scene to see such a little girl to be killed by her own father. But when they looked at me they suddenly saw that I was just unconscious. They wasted no time and ran me to the hospital in hopes that I would live again but me living again was very slim. But I still did not know where my brother and mother was.

I was resulted in a coma for several months, they were debating on keeping me on life support because of how long I was asleep. Over the months have passed something changed in me... something unique. The nurses had watched as my hair changed from a dark brown to a snow white color. But once I woke up I felt different as well as all around me. There were tons of people, there nurses and even crippled looking people in hospital gowns which was frightening to say at least. Then they had handed me a mirror so I could see myself.

I was 4 in a 3 year old body but my eyes and hair were really different. My mothers brown hair was now a white color and my hair was actually flowing as if I was a celestial being. While my father's dark green eyes were now a sky blue, it was weird that my hair and eye color changed while in my coma. After a couple of weeks, one of the nurses had taken me to a place that was a place that was not for where I should be... a place that I would never forget in my 16 years.

The mental hospital had many people as the real hospital did. Though the others looked crazier while other people looked nice and friendly. I wonder why they would send me here. Perhaps its because of what I look like, I guess I will never know. But the staff looked different and some the same, most of them had blond hair blue eyes while others had brown hair green eyes. They would usually look at me with sympathy as if they knew what had happened to me before I had my coma.

When I was there through the years as first I would always wake up to be face to face with a person's face in front of me which would scare the life out of me... not that I had one anyways. But I gotten used to their faces, they would sometimes talk to me through the power of electricity when I had the lamp on. That was when my brother visited me when I was 6 still in a toddler's body. I asked him many questions as 'why am I am like this' and 'where are you when father did this to me?'.

He looked at me with sad eyes and had told me everything. Dad had killed him after he had found out what dad to me while he was gone. That's when dad had lost his temper and ended up killing his own son by stabbing him.

He also felt betrayed of what dad did, that's when he told me the truth as of why I have white hair and blue eyes as he did. I was able to see the dead like he did but the thing was he never told anyone, for he feared that the news would spread. So he kept it to himself ever since but did not know that I would become the next ghost-seer like he was before. He told me I was between being dead and alive so that was the main reason why I was connected with the spirits while having a physical body. I was kind of like a medium but what's different is my hair and eyes, so I'm like a ghost... which saddens me.

Nurses watched me with bewildered expressions as they watched me talk to nothingness. As if I knew that someone or something was there but it was just that they couldn't see it. They were right but some have never bothered to even ask to who I was talking to. So they suggested that I would draw of what I remembered and what I saw and felt. They were drawings of most of my brother but some of the spirits that I had met. They knew the patients that were there but were already dead and I could tell what they looked like. Yes they did had paranormal activity but never even bothered to even see who or what they were dealing with.

Some of the nurses had taught me some English that I have not yet learned, but also the language German. The staff didn't know my name since I did not know nor did the nurses from the hospital did because when I heard that my father was put into court. He never told them his kids names since he was guilty. So they thought of a German name that had to do with ghosts and spirits. They had found a name for me that suited me as well. They named me Vedia which meant 'The Holy Spirit of the Forest.'

My name is Vedia and I speak with the dead...

A/N: Whew! This is a Hellboy fanfiction of a girl who was Annabelle now named Vedia who can speak with the dead. I wonder what Hellboy II would be like for her since she (might) be meeting a German ally. But let's not go there just yet! We still got more chapters to go so I hope you like the prologue and I will post more once I get to watch the Hellboy movies as I write.